Anzacs

By purple hills and opalescent seaAnd sunlit leagues of plain they lived, and theyWere summery-hearted all, and life was gay,And peace was theirs, and love, and liberty.And when the clarion sounded suddenly,They went, a rollicking band of boys at playTilted at doom, and there, at Anzac Bay,Died...but they taught the world what men they be.

And Anzac now is an enchanted shore;A tragic splendor, and a holy name;A deed eternity will still acclaim;A loss that crowns the victories of yore;A glittering golden dome for evermoreShining above the ...